Equivalent Exchange

It's sort of embarrassing but my counselor would like me to try medication to help with anxiety, but with medication will I still be the person I am and the writer I want to be?

All my inspiration Comes from my lack of medication If not for my ball of nerves I would never have any words To put down as a rhythmic flow And enable me to keep my mind in tow I can’t say for sure But writing has become my cure It’s the essence that boils my blood And keeps me fighting in the world’s mud But when the hostilities cease Will I still be able to keep my lease That being the little talent Becoming very gallant In my hand To the growing book on my nightstand?

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